Turn left, turn right

Just came back from the movie Turn left, turn right (see the cartoon version) tonight.

This movie tells the simple the simple of a lonely man, played by Takeshi Kaneshiro and woman, played by Gigi Leung, who live in the same apartment building. One way or another, their paths do not cross, even though they are always in close proximity of each other.

Although this may sound like the old cliche that parallel paths do not meet, etc., perhaps this is also a true reflection of the modern-day life in a big city (the story is set in Taipei). People meet and then lose contact for both the right, and the wrong, reasons. In our busy schedules, people these days can be so close and yet so far sometimes…

Overall, another very enjoyable movie from this on-screen couple, and a nice soundtrack too.

Do you get it?

Last night, a friend commented that after watching the recent movie Home Run* one can really appreciate the value of a pair of shoes. Useful advice for shoe-lovers out there!? 🙂

Here is an editorial from Iraq Today concerning the recent power outage in New York. Call it a sense of humour, or what-not, but “the irony, of course, has not been lost on most Baghdadis”. As the article says, the New Yorkers only had to endure loss of power for one day. Not months. I think this really puts things in perspective, don’t you?

For those curious why I was reading Iraq Today? Am I a Islamic “sympathiser”, etc.? For the record, I followed the link from Where is Raed?, a widely followed blogger who sprang up from nowhere during the recent Iraq war. He is now writing for the UK Guardian newspaper: sample.

* Home Run is a Singaporean remake of the internationally-acclaimed Iranian movie Children of Heaven.

Seize the day

Remember the movie The Dead Poets’ Society? I certainly do, because I saw the movie in the middle of my High School final-year exams, and the story certainly struck a chord with us 18-19 year olds. Well, something along similar lines today. Don’t let your song remain unsung.

“I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument, while the song I came to sing remains unsung to this day.”

Rabindranath Tagore